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Let the essence itself be the path and the moment that lets us look at all its magic in otherness, in that way as humanity we can understand what shapes us and what distinguishes us. 

“In the way, you intuit things there maybe, a part of the truth and another of illusion, stay with both so that life is enriched specially and if you never know the truth it is because sometimes it is better not recognize it ”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Let’s go back to the space that Dayami occupies in that immense ocean, for any observer it would simply be indescribable; For Erandi, however, it constituted a magnetic bond that held them together avoiding the apparent emptiness, therefore there was something between them that no one could dare to consider hollow or meaningless.

In this way, a subtle current flowed between the two, showing images and sensations in Erandi’s preconscious, precisely in that zone of transit that goes from reverie to consciousness and transforms everything that she was able to capture on the canvases, each creative stroke would leave constancy in future generations of what was given to her as a gift.

Thus it was that in the midst of that convulsive moment where two ships were attacking each other floating on the skin of the sea, a body fell and when sinking a blood stain from its side crossed with Dayami’s, giving him a sensation of intoxication; dense blood of a rough man used to drink, wounded, falling hopelessly to the bottom of the sea.

Erandi was under the shade of one of his favourite trees that cast more than a pleasant shade, stealthy irrigation of sap that emanated towards her senses through its roots, allowing her to join forces with him to magnify her visions.

It was like a blow to the heart of the priestess of the Ometeotl temple, then she understood that that man had been lost in the middle of the turbulent and sinister sea,  he was who  had bent his rod and with the rabbit hair brush drew:

<The man who was torn from another space now fight for his life>

The current of the water oscillated and swayed among the bloodstains that spread in the middle of the most desolate of scenarios; Erandi held her breath with one hand on the brush and the other on the trunk of her beloved sighing tree.

Dayami recovered from that dense and alcoholic blood that invaded her when suddenly the body of the unconscious Al-Majus was rescued by another man, this vision is not seen by anyone, Erandi senses that the blood that rose to leave a body, now changes the course by perceiving it through the ethereal veil of Dayami’s life.

Blood is identity and is common to every human being, it differs by the reagents that compose it, however for a sorceress it is much more than that, it is the very essence of the soul of life.

We cannot make an exact distinction of the Erandi special formation among the Nahuas, although we can identify it in the Tlaciuhqui, skywatchers were called that way, that is, astrologers or astronomers, there was something else in it of course. We cannot reduce her experience to the descriptions of the translators who would come up with different medieval ideas and beliefs.

However, the term Tlahuica whose meaning is “to look for things”, “to hasten the knowledge of future events”, and tlaciuhque is the one who is dedicated to this, the soothsayer. The noun that indicates the action of the verb, tlacibuiztli, can be translated as “divinatory message”. 

My path takes us to the genealogical tree that survives and gives substance and essence to my journey, for this, it is only enough to put a dose of magical realism and another of historical events that could be and yet nobody knows.

Let the essence itself be the path and the moment that lets us look at all its magic in otherness, in that way as humanity we can understand what shapes us and what distinguishes us. 

Author´s Notes:

The sighing tree

Book Reference: FORTY CLASSES OF MAGICIANS OF THE NÁHUATL WORLD By ALFREDO LÓPEZ AUSTIN

Autor: Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

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